Robby's Cat

People have asked me whose cat Calla really is. It's a good question. We all know that pets typically can choose a favorite, and this is so true of Calla. She is without a doubt Robby's cat. She adores him; she tolerates me. When we head outside in the morning (which we often do), she will wait at the door until Robby comes instead of just walking out with me. It's amazing how she obviously prefers him! Perhaps she senses I am competition? Newsflash, Calla: I win.

One of the cutest things she does with him is jump up on his shoulders. She's done this since she was a kitten. She starts by stretching, then squats down and jumps, expecting him to catch her, which he always does. Then she sits contentedly with him and takes in the view. She often gives him an eskimo kiss of thanks.

Incidentally, she once gave me the opportunity to catch her, but I failed, and so she permanently revoked my participation in this activity.